We used to run a cow-ranch,
In all that old term meant,
But all our ancient glories
In recent years have went;
Were takin summer boarders,
And, puttin it quite rude,
Its now the cowboys province
To herd the festive dude.
We used to run an outfit,
The greatest in the West;
Our cowboys were the wonders
Our roundups were the best;
The punchers still are with us,
But now they merely guide
The tenderfoot from Boston
Whos learnin how to ride.
We used to brand our cattle
And ship em wide and far;
But now we import humans
From off the Pullman car;
The dudes have got us captures
And tied and branded, too;
And the cowboys readin Ibsen
When his daily toil is through.
